I think it's time I finally let go of all the bullshit. I fucking hate this feeling that is killing me... Why come tease my brain. Why come over period. Why even FUCK with my emotions in the slightest. You know, it's not like I'm going to kill myself or anything. I'm going to kill my soul, a little. No no no that's not right either. You and you and you and you and whoever else is inside of you can go FUCK yourself with a SICK DICK. I hope you go choke on your actions. Choke on you life. Choke on your wrongs. Choke on yourself. Because I can't breathe everytime I see you. I can't think when you're speaking over my thoughts. I can't look at you without disgust and anguish. I CAN'T. I WON'T. You can meet me in the next life.
GOODBYE.
